Imitation Of The Olden Poets

Time is a taper waning fast!
Use it, man, well whilst it doth last:
Lest burning downwards it consume away,
Before thou hast commenced the labour of the day.

Time is a pardon of a goodly soil!
Plenty shall crown thine honest toil:
But if uncultivated, rankest weeds
Shall choke the efforts of the rising seeds.

Time is a leasehold of uncertain date!
Granted to thee by everlasting fate.
Neglect not thou, ere thy short term expire,
To save thy soul from ever-burning fire.

by Edward Lear

Comments (6)

I love limericks Carl
I really liked this one- it was literature not idle buffoonery. Life is getting shorter and I prefer to spend it with poems that have meat to them instead of idle silliness.
To many readers of English poetry, the name of Edward Lear is synonymous of Limerick form. Thoughts expressed here about time are worthy of a closer look and a deeper study. Thanks.
Amazing poem with awesome qualities of time incorporated in it. A superb imitation.Thanks for sharing.
Amazing poem with awesome qualities of time incorporated in it. Thanks for sharing.
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